Rotten trees with twisted boughs

Cast their shadows upon the ground

Where dead birds feathers and autumn leaves

Lie scattered by the midnight breeze



In this garden of endless night

Unseen by living, untouched by light

In this garden by time forgotten

Shadows prosper by death begotten



In the fog with a reek of a thousand graves

Faceless figures move grotesque and deranged

A dance macabre through this cursed domain

To a gruesome chant of sighs and wails



In this limbo beyond all dreams

Next to hell lies this sepulchral scene

Where spectres grieve their death eternal

A gloomy purgatory, dark, internal